Randy McClave Poems

I am he,
Spoke the acorn to the tree
Said the flower to the seed
Replied the wind to the breeze
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Little man with your high heel boots on
As you are walking down the street,
I wander if people know who you really are
That daily you might meet or greet.
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What does it show
When a cold wind does blow
And a robin, sings you a song,
Are you in love
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Let the bells ring for freedom
Let the bells ring out loud
And hope the people again will hear them
While answering back with a shout.
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If I were a poem
And you were a book
Would you ever read me
Could you take a look
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Autumn leaves, in the trees
Falling to the ground
Colors of many, in the breeze
Of red and orange and brown.
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While Sun shines bright
And the Moon is full aglow
That is the time
To sit and watch the river flow.
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When you wake up in the morning
And you put the makeup upon your face
Do you try to cover up the age and lines
Or only the sins and deceptions and the disgrace.
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If these walls could talk,
I wonder what what would they say
Would they thank me for being painted
Or will they ask me, to wash the paint away.
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If you should die, I would not cry
Sadder words I never have thought
In my heart there is no feeling
So to God I pray for the healing
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